Gene Game

40 Among girls (3)

    Tao Ying kissed Lu Fei's face again and went home contentedly. Many teammates left with envy in their eyes and got the chance to eat a small stove. In everyone's opinion, even if the number of admissions in No. 1 Middle School is not determined to belong to Lu Fei, at least her chances of getting it are greatly increased.

    "You are great, Lu Fei," Coach Zhou rarely praised so bluntly. "I was worried that you would have less time to train with the team and you would not be able to keep up with everyone. Now it seems that you work very hard by yourself and can practice this by yourself. It's not easy for it, and the teacher is proud of you."

    I work very hard, yes, but not alone. She promised that Liu Yi would never say anything about AL. She blushed and accepted the coach's praise.

    "Very diligent," said the coach, the female teacher of No. 1 Middle School. "When we arrived, this child was alone in the training hall, and he was working hard."

    "The bare hands just now were pretty beautiful," Teacher Wang also added to the compliment to Lu Fei, "I have seen many girls as soft as Lu Fei, but very few of them have her strength."

    "That," Lu Fei didn't dare to look at the coaches, "I think some teammates did better than me in that period."

    "You mean the child in the third group? As far as this set of choreography is concerned, it is true," Kai teacher commented, "She is more expressive than you, but that is because she is more proficient than you. We are It’s been more than ten years since the coach has been a coach, and she won’t lose sight of her. She must have practiced the same set of choreographies how many times to achieve the present level. If you change the set together, you will not lose to her. For example, she would definitely not be able to do the ball gymnastics you had before training."

    "Hey?" It can be seen from this. It is indeed a coach. Lu Fei lamented that there are people outside the sky, "But her part is really beautiful."

    "That section can only be used for exams. How does it help to improve?" Teacher Wang said, "It's difficult to practice. How can there be time for her to practice like this? I looked at the whole process, and her overall quality is pretty good. Plastic talent, but you are the one with the strongest foundation in the whole team. No one is more standardized than you."

    "I," Lu Fei became more embarrassed, "I'm not that good." The behavior specification is entirely the credit of AL. Although he is kind, he will not be soft in punishment when he makes mistakes.

    The two coaches patted her on her left and right shoulders: "We will visit you often. I wish you a good performance in the examination room in June."

    "Don't be happy too early," said Teacher Zhou. In order to prevent students from becoming complacent, they usually have to give a low evaluation, and if necessary, they have to scold a few words, "The set of scheduled movements is difficult, and you can't see the coordination with bare hands. It’s done, but it’s not beautiful. The two of them are embarrassed to say that, in fact, you are doing it quite reluctantly. There is so much to practice."

    "Thank you, teacher." Lu Fei bends down deeply to Coach Zhou.

    "You are tired too, go back and rest earlier."

    That day, Lu Fei walked out of the gate of the training hall, and at first sight, a rainbow was reflected in the setting sun.

    For the same thing, if someone is happy, then someone must be unhappy. Lu Fei's mood is like a rainbow in the sky, and Meng Xinyi is venting a short holly in the school flower garden. She plucked out the light green buds that grew in spring one by one and threw them out bitterly. To the ground, into the air, into other people's windows, there is no specific direction, just keep pulling and throwing, then pulling and throwing.

    The 20-year-old dwarf holly was just like this. There were always hundreds of shoots on the whole tree. Meng Xinyi had picked them cleanly, with many branches and leaves torn off, and the mood was not calm at all.

    How can there be such a thing in the world? Are the coaches blind? Appearance, body, temperament, and movements are completed instantly, how does Lu Fei compare to herself? Why is she not herself left? She usually doesn't even come to train! The more I thought about it, the angrier, Meng Xinyi finally kicked it hard, and the short holly shook for a while, clutching the back of the schoolbag and carrying it out of the school gate.

    She stopped flying in the garage, she was not in the mood to ride, she was full of anger that had nowhere to vent, just thinking about walking until she was exhausted. Although she was walking on the street, which streets she passed, and which shops on the side of the road, she didn't see at all, she just subconsciously moved her legs along the school wall.

    It's unfair and unreasonable. How could a poor ghost who can't even pay for the dormitory be picked up by a coach in such a place? The legendary school has also fallen! Yes, the male coach looked at Lu Fei's eyes incorrectly. They have a leg. That must be the case.

    The absent-minded walk finally evoked evil results. After going around for most of the circle to the back door of the school, she bumped into one person and fell to the ground together.

    Even a passerby bullied himself, and today was so unlucky that he couldn't swallow it anyway. How to walk, don't you have eyes, but still hold back the vicious words. It was a foreigner with short light blonde hair, light blue eyes, and a well-defined face. He was more mature and handsome than any boy in school.

    Looking at the foreigner's eyes, he suddenly disappeared. Being flexible, she stood up first and reached out apologetically: "I'm sorry. Didn't you get hurt?"

    The other party took her hand and stood up lightly, speaking a language that he didn't understand. Seeing Meng Xinyi's dazed face, he smiled as if thinking of something, making her feel turbulent. When he spoke again, the foreigner spoke in extremely pure Mandarin: "Please forgive me, miss, I did not fall, but fell over your beauty."

    No one has ever complimented her so bluntly and eagerly. Every girl has a  vanity, and Meng Xinyi is of course no exception. She can't help but think of her while she's floating, she won't be praised like that when she is replaced by Lu Fei.

    "Thank you," she suddenly became cheerful, "you speak Chinese really well, have you been in our country for a long time?"

    "That's not true. I just came to China last month. Since I was young, I have been very interested in your language." The foreigner raised his eyes and looked at the back door of the school. "In the circle of my friends, fluent Chinese is a sign of identity. After I came to Changzhou, I realized that I still don’t know much about Chinese. For example, I couldn’t find it just now... I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce. I’m from Freiburg, Baden-Wurttemberg, Germany. It's Ludwig von Rondstedt."

    "My name is Meng Xinyi," she reported her name without even thinking about it. "It's a classmate from this school next door. Are you in trouble?"

    "That's right," Ludwig took out a business card, "This place, there are three directions written on it, I really can't understand."

    Meng Xinyi took the business card, which read scribbled "East Exit of North Street South Station", and suddenly laughed. She returned her business card to the German: "That place is not far away, just because I have time now, why don't I take you there?"

Ludwig expressed surprise, then shook his head, Meng Xinyi thought he was unwilling. Unexpectedly, following him, like the European aristocrats in the movie, bowed and saluted: "Then I will trouble you, beautiful lady."